Road to Elsewhere, Excerpt #27*: Where I Fail to Meet my Future Wife In a Cafeteria in Paris
She was right there! A freak conjunction of planets, far from their home solar systems! Thank goodness I didn't happen to spot her just then.
WHEN I WASN’T BANISHING MY IGNORANCE by reading what prominent dead White Guys thought, I was looking about me, in a very Herbert Pocket sort of way.
Herbert who?
Why, one of my favorite characters from Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations, which I read that autumn in Paris, for obvious reasons: Expectations were all I had, and I wanted to curate my hop…
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